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I’ve detached my heart from so many things I once desperately wanted. I’ve had to let go of people, dreams, expectations and versions of my life I genuinely thought would become my reality. I’ve grieved futures that never happened, relationships that never became what I hoped and opportunities I thought I’d have. I’ve had to make peace with things I never wanted to lose and accept that some chapters will never unfold the way I imagined. There’s a particular kind of sadness in mourning a life you never got to live, because there’s no real goodbye, no closure, just the quiet realisation that things could have been so different. I think I’ve spent so much time learning how to let go of what I wanted that sometimes I forget what it feels like to look forward to something without being afraid of losing it.